Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.